Dude, I just found your comic. This is great stuff! I used to play the LOTR RPG with two friends, and the DM always had such a hard time because we’d give him hell. I’d purposefully mispronounce the NPC’s names, do stupid things like pee in the town’s well, and search up and down for treasure. This is great nostalgia. Thanks for it!

First D&D game I ever played (years and years and years ago) we blew up The Keep On The Borderlands. And ourselves. Retrospectively, I realise our DM engineered a “Rocks fall. Everybody dies.” moment, but we felt so proud.

I recently dropped a Gelatinous Cube from 600ft onto a PC. I learnt that randomly praying gods is not a good idea. So did the Cube, come to think about it – Fall damage is more than enough to kill it (And anything it lands on)

I had a magic village made of glass so i started describing it and they turned around and bought a catapult. my plan to avoid this involved them becoming glass if they broke the law but they consistently rolled 17 or better on their saves.

I read your comic after particularly frustrating DnD games I run. They found a way into Limbo to stand in front of the personification of Summer herself. When instructed by their employer to find a way to make her happy. . .
“Uh hi I just wanted to let you know your boy friend gave me an STD.”

I loved this! Made me really go back to my D&D days. Had a 17th level enchantress by the end and loved blowing the DM’s ideas to bits. Major plot, all traps set to go on our exit and I manage to come up with “cast featherfall on party and we jump out the window with the booty”. His jaw bounced.

To prove that it would take more than several high level NPC’s to bully our party of first level characters into submission (and thusly force us to resume the DM’s intended plot line) I once convinced the other players in my adventuring party to soak the thatch roof of a building in all of the lamp oil and alcohol (one of the players insisted on being consistently drunk) from our starting equipment, and barricade shut the only remaining exit (our DM had thought he was being sneaky, and had put bars on all the first floor windows so we couldn’t break in to steal things at night anymore :p )

My DM had our party in a situation very similar to this. we ended up in a Samurai/fuedal japanese village, inexeplicably in the middle of our pseudo-european campaign setting. I think it was to appease our inexplicable Samurai character. (seriously the guy won’t play unless he gets to have a Katana and be overpowered.) Anyway, thinking of feudal Japan the DM decided that they would be wary of outsiders, particularly non-humans. So,the half-elf, the half-orc and the dwarf who made up 3/5 of the party got treated like absolute crap. Thog’s reaction was pretty mch that of any half-orc barbarian confronted by a village of douchebags, he looked for the nearest source of accelerants and ignition.
My DM also had an efective precaution against this, he broke character to let me known that the entire village was at least 15th level so that i’d metagame, knowing i wouldn’t get out alive. It sucked, i’m still looking for an excuse to track the party back that way and start pitching alchemist’s fire all over thier town. Seriously we’ve been playing since first level, now at 20th an he put the pyromaniac barbarian with the anger issues in a town made out of FREAKING PAPER!

I started a long career of being the DB that assaults the DMs plans long ago… We started a group of 9 players at first level in 2nd edition D&D, we had finally reached 11th level, and i decided that it was time for my evil character to show his true colors. In the middle of a fight against a yeti, i launched my first cone of cold at the yeti (after waiting for the dm’s character to move into the way). by the end of the session, that character was dead, and for the next 3 years i had no character last for more than 2 consecutive sessions.

The most memorable was when my entroduction to the group was as a highwayman that was trying to rob them. the elf ranger rolled 3 consecutive 20s, and it was ruled a 1 hit kill on his first attack. off i went to roll d6s and nurse my grudge

Oh God….this talk about fire reminds me of a time when I were part of a party that [accidentally] set a large city on fire.

We were fighting a 30 ft. tall fire daemon that some cracy wizard had cunjured up in the middle of this large town with more than 10.000 inhabitants. I believe it was the capital of a major power on that continent. So our “brilliant” fire mage thinks he’s very cunning and uses his wand of FIRESTORM on the daemon!!!

*POOOF* Someone fetch the marshmallows?

The rest of the session we spent running across the continent and fleeing across an ocean – with most of the major power’s army in hot pursuit.

Well, at least the daemon felt good….I guess we went on his x-mas card list.

Heh. Not so much related, but it has reminded me of Deadmines instance on heroic difficulty in World of Warcraft – the last opponent has her ship rigged with a heckload of explosives, and tries to blow us up twice during the fight – so, what was there, stopping us from setting said ship on fire earlier, and blow them up with her? ;)

There are a few messed up character encodings in the comments.
inara:
“Rocks fall. Everybody dies.” should be “Rocks fall. Everybody dies.”

Lonewolf:
“Yes. should be “Yes.
head.” should be head.”
(You could combine the open and close quotes find/replace to fix both comments at once, but this way I get to write “Rocks fall. Everybody dies.” three times. :D )